After our satisfies-all-the-longings trip to Paris over Easter break, I took a quick trip to the US on my own. One of those difficult trips that every expat fears: travel spurred by family illness, fraught with guilt and anxiety. Let’s let that experience sit quietly in a corner of the blog, as I try to shake off jet lag and wake up to Camelot once again.
When I was packing, winter was still strangling the life out of England. As soon as I lifted off and away, sunshine and blue skies blew over the island. Spring arrived, just as it did last year and will eternally.
Driving home this morning, we saw this lovely blooming tree in our neighborhood. It felt like a welcome back to England and promise of good things to come.